Wordy thoughts fill my mind
until I whittle those not mine
and soon discover that what's left
are the ones that must be kept
until that time when one's adept
to precepts of design
simply put
and sublime
form
follows
function
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Truth (with a capital "T") is the elephant, and humanity the blind touching, sniffing, tasting, listening to this big "T" and of course we all rhapsodize a different tale (or tail?), yet in the end the big "T" is still the big "T" and all our various tales describe a tiny bit of that reality, the elephant.
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